Who is the Warrior?

Let us carry on  with the getting to know me segment of our show, shall we. The previous blog entries dealt with the somewhat stress-filled births of my children. Today I have dug up from the vaults some slightly old and faded photos of the warrior. Memories of yesteryear when hair was more abundant and the bags under my eyes had yet to make an appearance.

Grade 5, 10yrs of age. The golden age of carefree living. Nothing to do but fish, swim and bike all summer long. When girls were those irritating creatures who hung around where they didn't belong.

Grade 12, 18yrs of age. Graduating from high school, ready to move out into the real world. When girls were only irritating when you couldn't find one.

Well enough of that for now. I'll go looking for some more upcoming movies and goofy pictures later. For now though, time to hit the hay.

Ciao.G